wait for tomorrow...

fleeting images breezing past

feigning meaning that never can be understood;

fear and anxiety confusing a random heart

dirty minds and soiled hands to be dealt with,

body and soul deceiving the human minds

earning and yearning beings;

consequences posing a question

staying b-low has been my job,

my sense of understanding need and companionship often misunderstood,

what impression do I make a question never over-ruled;

shades of gray I just see, making notice and taking none,

love is all I want and need making people think otherwise happy self;

lying in bed forever as the day dawns waiting,

for tomorrow never comes...